An Excerpt From: Intimate Choices

© Copyright Treva Harte, 2001

FRIDAY EVENING: SAMANTHA AND MOIRA

Samantha followed him into the car. After five years of marriage, she knew when her husband’s silence meant something was brewing. She even knew what he was going to say. Maybe she hadn’t finished college, but she wasn’t stupid.

She might have come off sounding like an idiot tonight, but she wasn’t stupid.

The whole evening had gone wrong from the beginning.

Maybe things would’ve worked if she hadn’t wanted them to go out as two couples. The pairing up had been a mistake. Moira was competitive and she’d always liked Phil, even back in their college days.

But Samantha had him. She’d always had Phil. They had such a safe, dependable relationship.

“Moira is looking damn good,” Phil remarked. “Hard to believe you two are the same age.”

Dependable Phil. Trust him to make a crack about the few extra pounds she’d put on. Moira probably kept her weight down from nerves and from cutting the opposition off at the knees. Phil wouldn’t care about that. He might even approve.

But he’d married Samantha, after all. He’d wanted a wife, one who could calm things down and be there for him. Moira wasn’t that. She’d never be that.

Moira was still thin and model beautiful, with that long dark hair and those blue eyes. She was closer to Phil than Samantha in height and she made the most of it in her high heels. She could wear anything she wanted to and get away with it with her figure.

And she did.